The fat comic felt at peace with the world, so he decided to call a boyhood pal, now an undertaker in Ohio. "This is Elwood P. Suggins," he said, choosing a phony name and his best rube twang. "My brother passed away Sunday a week, and I wonder if you could do a job." Said the undertaker: "Good God, man, Sunday a week! Where is he?" Replied the comic: "Out on the porch against the lattice. That cold spell that set in kept him harder than a carp. But then that warm spell set in,...
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